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+Beyond the door is the cramped home of a dwarven tradesman and his small family.  There are tidy heaps of hides stacked as high as a dwarf can reach, racks where draped and colorful product rests curing, and a wall covered in carefully hung awls, needles, knives, straps, threads, and bones.  Father is on a stool and is engaged in the sewing repair work of a large sheet of brown hide, perhaps a garment.  Mother is pushing a twin-handled bone knife across the remnant of a skinned beast, scraping heaps of hair onto the floor.  The two stout boys have a pale skin over a pole which they are pulling from each end to stretch to its utmost.  You can see it expand as they heave their weight against it.  There is a cauldron as wide as a man at the far wall filled with some kind of fluid.  There are flies buzzing about over it.  There is a strong smell of wax and something else faintly acidic you do not recognize.
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+Sticking your head in uninvited has surprised the father and interrupted his work.  He points his bone needle at you with some irritation and concern asking, "May we help you?"  At the sound of his voice, the boys and their mother look up from their tasks, pausing at the surprise.  Sheepishly, you apologize and duck back outside, closing the door behind you.
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+This home does not have what you're looking for.